Girls Camp

In my Spanish class this year, instead of learning spanish we actually just learned about Mr. Burtenshaws (Spanish teacher's) life. He had a pretty interesting life and he told the stories really well, so I honestly didn't mind at all. One day he told a story about his towns girls camp. He started by explaining how small his town was. How everybody knew everybody. For two whole weeks all of the girls in the town would go to girls camp. He said it was on a property far up a road and in the woods in some cabins. During those two weeks all of the boys in the town would try to sneak in. Brilliant idea. Because of this, all of the dads in the town would take shifts guarding the camp. He said it turned out to be more of a game between the boys and the dads then anything. If the boys were caught, they had to do community service. He said it was pretty intense and they had quite a few years to try to get in. He told us all of the ways they tried and all of the plans they had. Apparently only a few boys got into the camp every year. He sadly wasn't one of them. But anyways, what I'm getting at is tomorrow I and about a bazillion other girls are headed off to stake girls camp. Boys, It's in Heber, not too far away. If you're up for a challenge, try sneaking in. Then, you should come and find me. Cause hey. It's girls camp baby.